Infinite Rewards Harem System: My Rewards are x10,000-Chapter 33: Back in Xyani

Knock Knock Knock

The sound was sharp and insistent. Three hard raps that cut straight through the warm haze of breakfast smells.

A loud and annoyed sigh rolled out from the kitchen like a low growl.

"Are you getting it Nya agh?" Crank questioned from the kitchen, annoyed himself. "They always love to disturb us when I’m cooking something."

Pans hissed softly on the stove. Sausage links popped and sizzled, releasing curls of smoky, peppery fat into the air. The cinnamon waffles were almost done; their edges had turned that perfect deep-golden crisp, and the faint sugary scent mingled with fresh coffee grounds Crank had just scooped into the filter. It was the kind of smell that made stomachs rumble from three rooms away. And yet, like clockwork, the universe decided this was the exact moment to send visitors.

"Yeah I got it." Nyashara replied with a shake of the head.

She unfolded herself from the deep couch cushions, black tails flicking once in irritation as she stood. The living room was still dim. The morning light filtered weakly through half-closed blinds, painting gold stripes across the mismatched throw pillows and the scuffed coffee table littered with yesterday’s guild briefing printouts.

She hopped up from the couch she was sitting on and went to the door. She peeked through the peephole.

The fisheye lens showed three familiar faces pressed too close together: two vampire teenage girls in matching pastel hoodies with hand-drawn Terrence fan art safety-pinned to the sleeves, and one orc guy holding up his camera like he was about to take a picture of the encounter.

"Yepp it’s them again." She said and slowly opened the door..just a crack, chain still on.

"Hi have you all seen Terrence?!"

"We’ve been looking for him since that fight with Surtur!"

"We want to get an autograph from our glorious king!"

Nyashara’s eyebrow twitched. The muscle under her eye gave a tiny, visible spasm.

"Wasn’t that fight a week ago?"

"It seems like it was yesterday!"

"Please sh-"

SLAM.

The door rattled in its frame. Nyashara leaned her forehead against the cool wood for a second, exhaling through her nose like she was trying to physically push the headache out.

"I wish Terrence took his fangirls with him whenever he left." Nyashara said as she walked back towards the couch.

Her tails dragged behind her, low and moody, brushing the floorboards. She dropped back onto the cushions hard enough to make the springs groan.

"Agh. If only the fangirls were the only people we had to worry about." Crank said, entering the livingroom.

He carried the faint scent of garlic butter and smoked paprika with him. His black apron with cartoonish cartoon ribs printed across the chest was speckled with grease spots and a dusting of cinnamon.

Ever since Surtur lost that fight, their apartment had turned into a pilgrimage site. Guild recruiters in crisp blazers with holographic badges. Solo Awakeners trying to poach intel. Reporters with hidden mics. And of course the fangirls..

All for one reason...to see Terrence.

But where was the man in question?

They had no damn clue.

"I wish they would’ve at least said goodbye." From around the corner, Happy appeared with a downed expression. Her pink skeletal shoulders slumped; even the pink glow in her eye sockets looked dimmer than usual. "Thought we were actually going to make new friends."

Nyashara scoffed, crossing her arms under her chest. "To think we even let him stay in our house.."

The guest room still smelled faintly of him. That annoyingly addictive clean-masculine scent that clung to everything he touched.

"Something tells me it’s more to it than them ’just leaving’ maybe we should be patient and wait for them aghh." Crank gave his input.

He set a stack of plates on the counter with a soft clink, still trying to keep things optimistic even though his joints clicked nervously.

"Maybe..but anywho today is an important day for us." Happy said.

Her voice lifted at the end, forcing brightness back into it like flipping a switch.

"And what day is that?"

A new familiar deep and velvety voice said.

All three of their heads snapped to the hallway to see...Terrence?!

It was Terrence indeed. Smirking like he just didn’t appear out of nowhere.

Randy Orton Style.

He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, arms casually crossed, looking far too relaxed for someone who’d been missing for a week. He didn’t have the same armor he had on before just a fitted dark blue dry-fit shirt that hugged the lines of his shoulders and chest, black tactical pants, and matte black combat boots scuffed from wherever he’d been. His hair was slightly damp, like he’d just showered somewhere else entirely.

"A little birdie told me you guys missed me..or are you that mad that you don’t want to see me anymore huh sexy fox?" Terrence directed towards Nyashara with a knowing smile.

"Tsk.." Nyashara stood up with narrowed eyes and a emotionless smirk. She eyed Terrence up and down as she slowly swayed his way, her four black tails spinning in a hypnotizing way. Once she stood in front of him she paused and noticeably turned red.

His scent hit her like a drug. The fresh shower gel, cedar undertones, the faintest trace of lightning ozone. Nothing like the nasty sweat and cheap body spray most guys carried after a dungeon run. It made her canines ache.

"Don’t get cocky-" Faster than she thought Terrence would react, she aimed a kick in no man’s land and it indeed landed..only for her to be surprised about something else.

The impact was solid. Too solid. Her boot met resistance that felt suspiciously armored, even though she could see nothing but fabric.

"There’s a snake in my boot." Terrence chuckled as he watched Nyashara’s eyes widen and he stepped around her to sit on the couch.

Crank and Happy was laughing at their interaction. Crank’s deep, rattling chuckle mixing with Happy’s high, clattering giggle that sounded like someone shaking a bag of dice.

"To make a long story short, we got transported to a Rend and was stuck there for a good minute. We’re back now and they’re in the guest bedroom..resting."

[Gonna be resting for a while after that pounding.]

Ahem. "That’s my fault for not telling you three."

"You’re all good Terrence! It’s just really nice to see you again!" Happy said with an excited clap, her bony hands rattling against each other like maracas, making Terrence laugh.

"Agh! You came at the right time too. Today we will be assigned a more higher Tiered Rend from our guild." Crank said as he started to pass out plates of breakfast. The plates were filled with Sausages, eggs, grits, cinnamon waffles and had orange juice as a drink.

Steam curled up from the food in lazy spirals. Butter pooled in the waffle squares. The grits were creamy, flecked with black pepper and a pat of melting butter on top.

"Damn Crank. Who knew Zombies can throw down too? Looks muy deliciouso." Terrence said as he watched him.

"Thank you for that Terrence. Usually people of my kind don’t cook like that, but I’ve learned my culinary skills from my older agh sister. She’s also in our guild so I’ll introduce both of you if she’s there!" Crank said excited about the fact.

"Alright bet. You can place my plate down on the table, I’ve got to use the bathroom really quick."

Crank nodded and Terrence stood up. Before he left he seen Nyashara enjoying her food. Her tail tips flicking contentedly as she tore into a sausage link with sharp little teeth.

But as he looked at Happy, he wondered how she would eat hers.

She placed a piece of cinnamon waffle in her skeletal mouth and it fell down, when it reached her stomach it was zapped by a small pink lighting strike. It was bright, crackling, and gone in an instant. A faint smell of ozone and burnt sugar lingered.

’The hell?’ He innerly questioned to himself in surprise as he turned around before she’d noticed.

[If I had to guess, it had something to do with her Talent..just a guess by the way.]

Terrence entered the bathroom and leaned against the sink with an exhale, letting the cool porcelain press into his palms.

’I barely made it out of the Rend. Who knew activating Eternal Extraction while having sex would resort to something like that?’

The memory flickered like bad reception:

[Future Yandere Elf Goddess Eiselle from timeline #??? is dangerously in love with you and will do anything to get to you!!]

[Present Almighty Yandere Goddess Ariel from timeline #7,000,000 will reach your location in less than 5 seconds-]

He deactivated his dojutsu after that and it’s like the notifications stopped. Afterwards 5 seconds did pass so he guessed she lost his location as well, but just to make sure he got the hell on after he finished handling business.

He took half of the items from the Royal Vault, but left the rest for his clone..who’d he left behind as bait just in case.

Better to be safe than stalked by overpowered Yanderes.

[This is why your suppose to get knowledge on particular things before you act on intrusive thoughts. Especially something as technical as timelines.]

’I know that now. Crazy how many timelines there actually are. I could’ve literally had a billion various versions of the girls trying to get to me.’

[Haha still are trying to, but without the Eternal Extraction as a pinpointer they don’t have your location. Your a lucky dumbass, I’ll give you that.]

’I appreciate the backhanded compliment.’ Terrence chuckled lightly. ’I’m sure you have a lot of rewards to show me?’

[Understatement. I’ll just show you the rewards from your fight with Nemari for now and the others later. I don’t want them to think you’re taking a shit..it’s rude to shit in other peoples houses.]

’So where do I go if I had diarrhea or took a laxative?’

[You watched the movie Friday right? Take it to the bushes. Anyways here are the rewards.] 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

[Battle with Nemari Rewards]

200 Fate Essence (×10,000) → 2,000,000

+75,000 Gold Earned (×10,000) → 750,000,000

+1 A-Ranked Fate Active Skill (×10,000) → 10,000

+50,000 EXP Gained (×10,000) → 500,000,000

+1 Infinite Gacha Token

+255 Infinite Reward Points

[Harem Rewards]

+35 Affection Points with Nemari (×10,000) → 350,000

+35,000 Harem EXP (×10,000) → 350,000,000

+215 Harem Reward Points

’10,000 A-Ranked Active Fate Skills? Yeah it’s about that time to enter the Solo Leveling arc.’

[It’s what we all been waiting for.]